It had just started raining.I saw him scampering into our garden.He was wet,scared and shivering under the alcove in the shrubs.
Perhaps,he was lost or had escaped.His worn out collar with a limp,tattered black naada had another story to tell.
I lured him with a biscuit,he nervously wobbled out of his hiding,polishing it off.For me,it was love at first sight.
I went inside my house dried him with our towel for guest. I made him lie on a jute sack which was dry and that could give him a feel of warmth. I sensed from the expression in his eyes that he was terribly hungry.
I offered him a bowl of warm milk mixed with pieces of bread. I could sense hunger as he gobbled it off fast. I offered him one more bowl of warm milk with bread pieces.
The way he showed expression of gratitude in eyes was really touching my heart. I was very much happy to have a companion like him.
“He is my Woof Woof,may be, God has sent him for me.” I squealed with delight.
He was so tired that he felt asleep.
I played my favourite Adele song,promising to see him,the first thing in the morning.
And just as suddenly as he had come,he sped into the night, the unknown and beyond.
I learnt an important lesson this morning … you come alone, learn on your own … fall alone and rise alone too !!
Somewhere along the way you do meet good samaritans who help you on a rainy wet day !!
To the greatest Guru of all-” Life”